Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end;
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone,
And I see my old friend's face,
For life is a swift and terrible race.

He knows I like him just as well
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine. We were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men;
Tired with playing a foolish game,
Tired with trying to make a name.

"Tomorrow," I say, "I will call on Jim
Just to show that I'm thinking of him."
But tomorrow comes–and tomorrow goes,
And the distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner!–yet miles away…
"Here's a telegram sir, Jim died today."
And that's what we get, and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.